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A couple of thoughts/theories from Rick and Morty S03E01

ok, so i noticed some things from the episode that made me connect some things

  1.  in the scene when morty takes summer to the cronnenberged dimension and some rick guards appear, morty tries to defend himself saying he’s Morty C-137

and the guard ricks just gave each other The Look

The Look says they know something, like something doesn’t fit with what morty says, something’s off… so, maybe the memory of rick’s wife and daughter dying isn’t totally fabricated, and the rick we know and love is indeed form dimension C-137, but “his” morty isn’t, bc there is no morty from that dimension to begin with.

2. The second thing that i want to discuss is this part 

bc well, he says a lot of emotionless and crude stuff, like that the real reason why he rescued morty and summer was to be accepted in the house by beth, and that his arc isn’t about getting over his dead family bc it was fake… but man… how do u explain this

like… i think he actually cares about his family, but maybe there’s a reason why he want morty to think he is a bad person, so when he finds out he’s not his original rick he won’t be as devastated as if he thought rick was a nice person

*squints eyes* what if I just made up symptoms and false memories of trauma and abuse for attention after seeing the community on tumblr and I really am faking everything???

pre-Dark Cupid episode
  • Kim: wow the stars are beautiful tonight
  • Max: yeah they are
  • Kim: you know who else is beautiful though?
  • Max: *blushes* who
  • Kim: Chloé

“His name was Corazon… The man who saved my life, and… Doflamingo’s younger brother!!!

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kate for him, for me at least, always represented his moral compass. he was always looking out for her a little bit more than anybody else. —  dj cotrona // quote

In honor of Harry’s big day, I wanted to share this cute Harry story with everyone. It’s kind of long, and I’m sorry if I bore you with the detail, but the detail is what makes it interesting, IMO - so I hope you read the whole thing. 

Back in 2014 , my boyfriend, Jesse, was working as a special events media coordinator for a very large and popular venue in London. This was a cool thing because he often would get to meet the talent. He’s met a bunch of different people along the way which of course included, One Direction. 

I had just met Jesse in the early part of 2014 so we weren’t dating yet when 1D was in town. I wasn’t a 1D fan either, so when he told me about it I didn’t really care. It was only after I saw Harry on SNL later that year (I think it was December) that I actually was fuming with envy that Jesse got to meet him.  

Before the 1D show, Jesse first spotted Harry from a distance. He was walking down the hallway and peeked in to one of the dressing rooms only to see a long-limbed “skinny kid” lying on the sofa, with a woman standing over him with her hand on his forehead, as if she were gauging his temperature. Jesse didn’t know who the woman was or who the kid was (he couldn’t see because his face was turned toward the back of the couch). Anyway, the woman spotted Jesse walking by and waived at him to hold up a minute because she wanted to talk to him. She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her so she could talk to Jess in the hallway. She introduced herself (yes, you probably already guessed it was Lou Teasedale) and explained that H wasn’t feeling well and wondered if there were any blankets around, but she asked that he keep the news to himself - rather than getting someone else to find the stuff and bring it to them. Jesse, of course, was happy to provide whatever was needed (because he’s like that) and he scurried off to get it (even though this really wasn’t his job, he was happy to help and he liked the “spy stuff” about keeping it quiet).. 

When he brought the juice and blanket back to the room, Harry’s eyes flew open and he smiled, Lou introduced Harry to Jesse, except when she said his name, Harry got it wrong and thought she said Jeffrey. Harry said,  “Hi Jeffrey, thanks”.  Jesse, of course, didn’t have the heart to correct him, so he just smiled and nodded and waived and told him he hoped he’d feel better before the show. Harry gave him a thumbs up and said “thanks, you too” (LOL) and Lou smiled and hugged Jesse and thanked him, then Jesse left the room.

He assumed this was the first and only interaction he’d have with Harry, but lo and behold, it wasn’t. 

About two hours later, a completely revived Harry was bouncing around in one of the media rooms where 1D was meeting some photographers and some fans for a meet and greet type of thing. He was clearly feeling much better and had a huge cup of coffee in his hand while he was smiling and laughing and talking. 

Anyway, being that he’s Harry, he spotted “Jeffrey” across the room and walked over to him, shook his hand and thanked him again. Jesse asked him how he was doing, and Harry said he was fine he’d been struggling with hay fever but he was feeling better after  his inhaler and an hour under a humidifier mask (not sure what that is, but…ok). 

Someone  else called to Jesse from across the room, and it was only then that Harry realized he had his name wrong, that he wasn’t “Jeffrey”, he was Jesse. So Harry was embarrassed and shook his hand again and RE-INTRODUCED himself to Jesse. LOL, So they chuckled about it for a little bit and Jesse said Harry was really sweet and polite and funny. They chatted about what Jesse had done before this job and they ended up talking about a motorcycle museum that Jesse used to work at and Harry was thrilled, so they chatted about that for a little bit. 

Then Harry finally went off to do his thing and Jesse never saw him again, but I always thought it was a neat story because it just reiterates what everyone always says about Harry. He’s sweet, funny, very down to earth and easy to talk to. Jesse was impressed with him (and he doesn’t impress easily), and their interaction has been something Jesse and I talk about once in a while. He likes to use it against me, because he’s an ass-hat, but our love of Harry Styles has become one of the many things Jesse and I have in common. He even knows I have a tumblr blog about him and he isn’t disturbed by it at all.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got - thanks for reading. 

anonymous asked:

Dan talks about sexuaity in pop and brings up Miley and al that, "So has Harry personally labelled his sexuality?He replies: “No, I’ve never felt the need to really. No.”Would he like to elaborate? “I don’t feel like it’s something I’ve ever felt like I have to explain about myself.” Then he brings up all of his exes.

i think the quote before that is even more pointed: “it’s weird for me - everyone should just be who they want to be. it’s tough to justify somebody having to answer to someone else about stuff like that”

It’s not about all the things we used to do together or the restaurants we used to go to or the bartenders who knew who we were. Because that’s sad but the truth is, i can find someone else to do that stuff with and go to those places with. And it won’t feel the same at first but that’s fine because maybe eventually it will or maybe eventually it will feel better. The worse part is knowing that you also will find someone else to do all the things we used to do with. And you also will bring new people to “our” restaurant. Because there are events I know you’ll be at, and movies I know you’re going to see at midnight, and the only thing that’ll be different is that it won’t be with me next to you anymore.

“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.

“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant. Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’ friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think him ungrateful.

But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”

Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.

Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic and awful falling from his lips.

The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.

This was awful.

Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a last ditch effort to stay upright.

He heaved and heaved and heaved. All he saw was black.

And through it all, Lunafreya held on.

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